The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain lashed against the stained glass of the library, a rhythmic, percussive assault that matched the pounding of your own heart. You stood in the center of the room, the air thick with the scent of damp wool and old paper, holding a bouquet of lilies that had long since lost their color. They were brown, brittle things, their petals curling inward like dying fingers, yet they remained the...

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